The Golden Aphroditis A pleasant discourse, penned by John Grange ... Whereunto be annexed by the same Authour asvvell certayne Metres upon sundry poyntes, as also divers Pamphlets in prose, which he entituleth His Garden: pleasant to the eare, and delightful to the Reader, if he abuse not the scente of the floures |
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The Louer forsaken, bewayleth his chaunce.
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The Louer forsaken, bewayleth his chaunce.
If euer man had cause to wayle,then haue I cause to mourne,
Who ioyes to see my vowed foe,
I like and am forlorne.
and haue this seuen yeares space,
And thryce seuen in yeares I would hir serue
in hope to purchace grace.
But all alas it is in vayne,
I like but to my coste,
For why the loue I haue bestowed
I count it is but loste.
I take delight to vewe that face
whiche yeeldes my deadly wounde,
I loue to serue in loyall thrall
although no thankes are founde.
O gulfes of care, O dolefull dumpes
that sore oppresse my harte,
Why doe yee runne in ragyng wise,
haue I deserude a parte?
No no, I see tis bootelesse now
for me to call or crye,
For none I see doth rest aliue
whose ayde I meane to trye.
Hir breath alone it doth suffise
to ende my lothsome lyfe,
For why the Coccatryce tis lyke
and I deserue no wyfe.
Sith Fortune quaynte hath graunted so,
needes must I be content,
No way there is for to withstande
the chaunce she hath me sent.
Sithe tis my hap my ioyes to cease
dame Pleasure now adewe,
And dolefull dumpes approch at hande
my wretched case to rewe.
FINIS.
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